After Rebirth, I Killed the Scumbag's Entire Family

"Really? $2,000? You're such a cheap-ass. That won't even cover a night out. Cough up $5,000!" my brother Tyler yelled as he hit her.

I rushed in and slammed the door behind me. In my past life, it was usually me he hit. Whenever I saw him hitting our mom, I'd jump in, hoping to shield her from the blows. But she saw his aggression as a sign of "manhood", believing that only a man who could throw a punch was worth his salt. Sometimes when Tyler was pissed, she'd even egg him on to hit me instead, thinking it'd help him "get it out of his system" so he could do big things outside.

As I walked in, he didn't stop. My mom, thinking she'd found her knight in shining armor, quickly said, "Tyler! Go on, hit her! The deadbeat who's been mooching off us for years, she can take a hit or two!"

He charged at me, but I stood firm against the doorframe and said coldly, "Lay a hand on me and forget about your down payment." His fist lowered.

I'm still me, but having lived through my past life, I've seen right through what they call family love, so now I don't mince words or hold back as much.

"Keep hitting her, she'll surely cough up more cash, and I'll throw in an extra grand, what do you say?" Tempted by the prospect of more money, my brother resumed beating our mom.

"Sunny, you money pit! Just gonna stand there while your mom gets walloped?" She screamed at me while he pinned her down, throwing punches.

"Mom, isn't it great to see how ‘manly' your son is? I'll snap a photo for you in a sec!"

Tyler calmed down after his tantrum, but before he could hit me up for cash, my mom piped up, "Those last few punches? Worth more than a thousand, make it fifteen hundred!" Even in my second life, her audacity shocked me. She deserved what she got.

After grabbing the money, my brother took off to hang out.

"What are you doing back here! You're gonna mess up getting that down payment!" my mom snapped as she swept up hair from the floor.

"Not yet."

"I swear, raising you was a waste! You've been married into Boas' family for ages and you've brought nothing back!" Indeed, after marrying Ethan, my mom would call every other day asking for stuff. Because I loved Ethan and didn't want him caught up in my family's drama, I rarely met her unreasonable demands, just sent her enough to cover basic expenses.

"Just look at Mitton's daughter next door, didn't even finish middle school, and couldn't find a good job, so she sold a kidney to scrape together a down payment for her brother! And you, what have you done besides bringing home a measly $100,000 dowry? Nothing!" She was ready to swing a broom at me.

"A mom pushing her daughter to sell organs, that's a new one," I scoffed. "I might not get you a down payment, but I could get your son a house and a car all at once!"

My mom stopped in her tracks, suddenly interested, and asked me what I meant. I explained Zack's disappearance and mentioned that Felicity would be filing for divorce soon. Felicity was still looking for Zack, too scared to divorce for fear of retaliation, but what if she knew he was never coming back?

Zack's family had been relocated, receiving five properties and five million dollars in cash. Felicity wouldn't have married him if he hadn't been rich. After hearing my plan, my mom hurriedly pushed me to "get on with it", perfectly aligning with what I was thinking, so I left.